He’s still there… #Poetry

 

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He’s still there…

I found him, way up above the stars

Was I dreaming when he spoke to me?

You have searched long and hard

To find the old wizard on your earthly plain

Now you see me in my true form

I come to you in dreaming

For one day you will work with me again

As it was meant to be

I will leave a ring for your small finger

Turn the stone once widdershins

I will be at your side

Your search was never in vain…

©anitadawes 2020

 

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#ThrowbackThursday ~ The Scarlet Ribbon by Anita Dawes #SupernaturalRomance

 

When a dirty blue car mows Maggie down outside her local supermarket, she becomes trapped in the nightmare world of a coma patient.
In this very different world, she manages to rescue an abused and neglected child. But when it looks as though she will finally wake up, she cannot bear the thought of leaving the child behind.
But is this other world real, or was she just dreaming? And if it is real, can she help this child?

“Maggie is a likeable character who is easy to engage with and I found myself willing her to find the courage to embrace happiness. If you like a story that is more than just your average romance then I thoroughly recommend this one…” Amazon Reviewer

“Excellent reading, excellent writing with several unexpected twists that lead to…well, that is for others to find out too. A heart wrenching and gripping story. Well done, Anita Dawes!” Amazon Reviewer

Excerpt from The Scarlet Ribbon

“As I lay on the cold, ceramic tiled floor, I remember thinking, I’ve seen this film. The heroine wakes up in a clean hospital bed, her make-up hardly smudged and hair still neatly in place. There will be a handsome hero by the bedside, holding her hand and gazing adoringly into her eyes.

But it wasn’t a film star lying on that shop floor, it was me, and my Jack was holding me, his hands shaking, telling me that everything was going to be all right. I couldn’t tell him that I’d seen the film and knew they lived happily ever after, because just then someone turned out all the lights, leaving me in total darkness. Everything vanished, the blinding strips of fluorescent lighting, the chilly, rain spattered floor-tiles, and mercifully, all the pain.

The faces that had been looking down at me had gone, but I could still hear Jack’s voice, a long way off, saying my name over and over again.

Someone else was talking now. A man was telling Jack that it was all right, ‘We’ll take care of her now, mate. Stand back and let us do our job.’

I felt my body being lifted and the pain returned in a blinding rush, tearing its way through my body. I screamed, and the darkness dragged me away, where there were no thoughts or memories, just a warm feeling of peace. In the darkness, time ceased to exist and I was in no hurry to find a way out, back to the pain.”

 

 

 

 

 

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Back to Darkness… #Poetry

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Back to Darkness

From the jagged opening of my cave

I see the Atlantic Ocean

washing the orange sentinel.

Fresh growth crowns the head

My small view on the world

For I cannot leave my dark abode

Spellbound by greed, envy

She means to keep me here

for her own amusement.

When strange visitors enter,

I try to make myself known.

I pray for one intrepid adventurer to hear me,

for I can tell them how to set me free.

When the tide is out, my true love walks

From the cave opposite knowing I am here,

she can neither see nor hear me.

My torment doubles

I can no longer make myself known to her

When the tide returns

She must go back to darkness

Until the day comes

When the one standing in my dark space

Hears my voice…

©anitadawes 2020

Never truly forgotten… #Poetry

 

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Never truly forgotten

Do you see me now?

My dark form, hollow

Despair has eaten away my soul

One tiny seed of hope lingers

That she will come

 A new Guinevere

To call Arthur from his sleep

Claim the sword

from the Lady of the Lake

place a flower by my hollow grave

with love spoken

bring me back…

 

©anitadawes 2020

Random words… #Poetry

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Random words

I woke up this morning

With an Italian word stuck in my head

The word ‘Clemente’

Meaning merciful.

This happens too often

So I decided to write about it

To see if it would help

Often the words are very strange

So I asked Jaye to look them up

On the computer

There are many times

When the word returns

In some programme we are watching

I wonder what the Universe is trying to tell me

Random words seem to pop into my head

Whenever they feel like it

With no rhyme or reason

That I can understand

If I were to write them down

String them all together

They wouldn’t make a decent sentence

There doesn’t seem to be a reason for it

Maybe I am just nuts

Alternatively, something is trying to fill

The Swiss cheese holes in my head

There must be a lot, for the words keep on coming…

©anitadawes 2020

Mist filled Mornings… #Poetry

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Mist filled Mornings

First thing in the morning

When the mist covers the South Downs

I wonder, is Merlin walking those hills?

Hidden by mists of his own making

Looking for something

Anger, frustration

He strikes the ground with lightning

This breaks the hold on his mind

Yet the gate shuts as fast

Half remembered thoughts lost

He stands, supported by the rock

As the sea rages towards his fragile mind

His magic could not sustain

The beauty of his dream

Kingdoms made; round table broken

His love vanished with magic stolen

The golden bow with arrows spent

Lies in his hand, its target long forgotten

His mind will not recall the legend

that he made…

©anitadawes 2020